Feather-baby steps out, whether or not.
Shifting hips, slips puddled, piled high in shape.
There weighted, a strappy girl to wallow straight,
shifting gait, and dipped headfirst by a paintbrush.
Such fickle hue found in ewe, a strumpet
callowed in paisley. Rippled avowéd strut,
lets vows no rut — to ponder, consider —
pines for divorce ‘fore handed a daisy.